Screeching Weasel

Fuck World Trade (2004)
New York, USA https://myspace.com/leftovercrackofficial
Lyrics:
I'm being hunted by paleface in blue 
and these cracka' spooks are haunting you too 
With municipal shovels they're out digging our graves 
Under threat of reprisal we abide to enslave 

Policia, policia; why can't you see 
Your bullets will never pacify me 
I don't fight the world; the world fights me 
Cause the gang in control is the fucking P.D.

(That's right) 

Fuck the police they're gang control 
We've gotta take it back 
Everyone get up and let's go 

Your politics spawn politikill 
I'll take a bullet to prove that you kill 
You front the facade of a righteous man 
But the hole in your heart put a gun in your hand 

Protecting the money and out serving the state 
Crushing the people with the laws they created 
Nothing forgotten and nobody saved 
You can not break me, force me to behave 

Fuck the police they're gang control 
We've gotta tear it down 
Everyone get up and let's go 
around the globe it's outta hand 
from the states out to iran 
across the ocean, back again 
England, Zaire and Japan 

Fuck the police they're gang control 
We've gotta tear it down
Everyone get up and let's go
Individuals who hate man
With king's license to clean the land
Fill the army with one way laws
Around the world to suit their cause.

Leftöver Crack- Gang Control

Start Today

Bedtime For Democracy

Take This Job and Shove It

Plastic Surgery Disasters/In God We Trust, Inc.

Terminal Preppie

A song about long lost memories, prom lights faded, loves lost and loves gained, and the memory of your only flame.

Love, hugs, kisses, broken bones, black eyes, and broken hearts, 
Stevie Chaos, Skelly Spektor, Rip Mickey, and Toad.

Lyrics if you care...

Under streetlights, I swung at that car,  
Mailbox blocked, my rage went too far.  
Suburb’s a cage, with their rules and their lies,  
But that night, I felt alive in the skies.  

Mailbox memories, they’re all that I’ve got,  
Smashed their world, gave it all that I fought.  
Prom lights fade, but my heart’s still a flame,  
Criminal mischief, I’ll never be tame.  

Cops and the H O A, they wanted my soul,  
Lawyer’s my shield, but I’m still in control.  
From paint fumes to parties, I carved my own way,  
This suburb’s my story, I’m here to stay.  

Mailbox memories, they’re all that I’ve got,  
Smashed their world, gave it all that I fought.  
Prom lights fade, but my heart’s still a flame,  
Criminal mischief, I’ll never be tame.  

Loiterin’ nights, pizza cash in my jeans,  
TB chaos, livin’ reckless dreams.  
Now the movie’s rollin’, my youth’s on the screen,  
Every dent in that car was the realest I’ve been.  

Mailbox memories, they’re all that I’ve got,  
Smashed their world, gave it all that I fought.  
Prom lights fade, but my heart’s still a flame,  
Criminal mischief, I’ll never be tame.  

When the credits roll, or the prom’s final song,  
I’ll be out in the streets, where the rebels belong.  
Mailbox memories, they’re etched in my core,  
Punk rock forever, I’m breakin’ the door.  



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